Meanwhile in the living room on the ground floor, Little Betty was still wide awake. She was lying there, waiting patiently for Uncle Zeke to start reading to her.
Not only did Zeke not start reading the book to the little girl, he also ignored her as if she wasn't there. He just kept scanning the book that Cris gave him without a word.
He didn't know why this girl had picked him to read her a bedtime story when the other two were obviously more willing. He didn't understand why this little girl wasn't scared of him when children always hid behind their mothers at the very sight of him. Was this kid the same as that fearless Kelvin.
"Uncle, uncle, why are you not talking to me?"
"Uncle, you don't like talking don't you?"
"Can you read the story out loud so I can hear?"
"Uncle, ple
